To One Who Was Never Born
to one who was never born
I cannot fit you amongst dead sisters;
put you to sleep with humming lullaby.
I cannot, for you
have never been born.
Mapping a womb sometimes reveals you,
coiling, illusory and innocent.
Just any womb
carrying a girl.
You seem iridescent midst mother’s warmth;
it means nothing to you, if you may
never be born as
my little sister
whom I have not put to sleep with a song.
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